Funniest Day of My Life

So at first, I wasn't going to blog about any of this because I'd told the stories so many times, I didn't want to have to write it up. But then the funny things kept happening and this last one was the clincher. So now, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I present to you the funniest day of my life.

"I almost got hit in the head with a squirrel!"
Greta and I were walking to our 8 o'clock classes this morning, chatting a bit, struggling through our early-morning haze. We round the corner of a building and walk under a tree. As one would expect when walking under a tree, nothing happened. Then we came to the second tree. WHOOOSH THUMPsqueek! A squirrel came whizzing out of the tree, past my face, and landed at my feet. I'd been about to take a step forward (seeing as I was in the act of walking) so I just about stepped on it. If I'd been any farther forward, it would have brushed my nose on the way down. The squirrel got up very quickly and ran to the next tree, however Greta and I took a moment to get over our shock. No more early-morning haze after that.

"How did your pants get in our room?"
There was this pair of sweat pants in the room that Jess and I share (the room, not the pants). They'd been there for the past few days and I thought they were Jess' but she thought they were mine, so I would put them on her chair, then she'd put them on mine. Today I asked her if they were hers, and she said no. I was wearing my sweat pants and hers were in her closet. (We have similar pairs.) Greta also has a pair of sweats that looks like ours do, so we decided to ask if they were hers. "Are they? Oh, I guess so." Then, Jess and I, in unison, "How did your pants get in our room?!" None of the three of us could figure out how they'd gotten there. We had a really good laugh.

"Just because I'm not speaking to her doesn't mean we can't talk."
Jess: It's so cold! Why can't we go to school in Florida?
Me: Greta gets to go to school in Florida.
Jess: I know. I hate her. We're not speaking anymore.
***Later***
Jess: Marileigh, I told Greta we weren't speaking anymore.
Me: That's funny. You told her you weren't speaking to her anymore.
Jess: Just because I'm not speaking to her doesn't mean we can't talk.

"Well, you guys didn't look very hard!"
The remote to our DVD player has been missing for the last several days. I tore apart our common area to find it. I figured it somehow found it's way down into our couch, but our couch is from Good Will and sort of cruddy and I didn't really want to reach down into it. We needed the remote to put subtitles on a movie tonight and so we did another tour of the room. Still nothing. I explained to everyone how I thought it had fallen IN the couch and that I didn't really want to root around in there. Our friend Kristin dove right in. After a moment, she exclaimed the above and we all cheered as she held up a remote. Except that it was black. Not our remote. "Except that's not it!!" We all fell over laughing. Literally. She dug around the other side and found the right one and we cheered again. And now we have someone else's lost remote.

"You can start with listening."
Greta: You guys should stop being mean to me.
Me: I'll be nice to you if you're nice to me.
Greta: I should get that red one with stars.
Lauren: You can start with listening.
Me: Haha, good one!
Greta: Wait, what did she say?

Also, sometime throughout the day, Greta said, "Bootylicious."

Funniest day ever.

So I was tagged...

I don't usually get tagged...

Hmm, 7 random facts?

1. I recently discovered that I love springhaas.


2. I'm graduating in May with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Animal Biotechnology and Conservation with a focus in Zoo Science.


3. I secretly wish I were from Lancaster, PA.


4. I lead a Bible Study at school.


5. I almost showed a dairy heifer at the agricultural fair at my school.


6. I'm turning 22 in 14 days.


7. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

Allie pretty much already tagged the people I know have blogs, so if you read this, and you've not been tagged by anyone else, consider yourself tagged by me.